
| ClownDicks #1348973 2 months ago |
Sit down by the fire and I'll tell ye a story to send ye away to your bed
Of the things ye hear creepin' when everyone's sleepin' and you wish you were out here instead It isn't the mice in the wall, it isn't the wind in the well. Every night they march out of that hole in the wall, passin' through on their way out of Hell. |